Melissa MacNeal - Beyond Redemption

"Rather humbling, isn't it, big boy?" Pink continued in that soft siren's voice. "To have a woman calling your shots…to please her so completely you risk losing yourself…your very soul, when you shoot your seed inside her. But that's exactly what you're going to do, Mr. Tripplehorn. Again and again, until I've tired of you."

Fear flickered across his dark brow, but he covered it with a cocky grin. "There's not a woman alive who'll tire of me before I can-"

"Ah, but am I alive, Billy?" Pink impaled herself so deeply on his cock that he was pressed tight against the casket lid. "Now come, boy! Shoot me so hard I fly toward the ceiling!"

While he detested her belittling nickname, his member had a mind of its own. With a groan that started low and then filled the shadowy room, Tripplehorn squeezed his eyes shut. He cut loose inside her, and they rose as one into the dimness again. Upward they shot, with the force of his climax, and then downward they drifted, as though floating on a cloud of utter contentment.

I can't tell you how outright envious I was: envious of Billy because he was making love in a dimension mere mortals cannot attain, and envious of the young woman astride him for being in control of such a marvelous man. Pink was at least considerate enough to let him catch his breath, but not two minutes passed before she was badgering him again.

"I'll have to insist upon another one, Billy," the temptress cajoled. "You notice, don't you, that while you have climaxed twice, I'm still in the early twitching stages. So do it again-unless you're not man enough."

This time their trip around the room resembled an aerial ballet. The wily vampire, endearingly mussed and childlike, turned in her lover's arms. She led Tripplehorn into a series of slow pirouettes that kept their bodies in contact-her flirtatious backside rubbing against his abdomen-until once again, that cock rose to the occasion. About the time they were floating in front of me, the redhead bent forward to entice him inside her.

And what could he do but obey? Although he was showing signs of strain, Billy entered her yet again, keeping up the carnal rhythm of that dance they performed to the beat of the blood in their veins. Gracefully, beautifully, they spun away from me, upright yet a full two feet from the floor. Their bodies moved as one, and again I grew concerned that after such a dance with this tantalizing vampire, my lover would consider me too mundane to mate with again.

Pink clasped Billy's hands and thrust herself forward, rather like the carved naked lady on the bow of a ship. With her arms extended upward she led him, the backs of her thighs and knees to the fronts of his, thrusting enough that I saw several inches of his impressive shaft before her greedy puss engulfed it again. In and out it went; faster-then slowing to a tease that made me nip my lip. I confess that by then I was fingering myself, up past the second knuckle, while I palmed my mound.

I lost all track of time, but I'm guessing these maneuvers, much like figure skating on air, went on for nearly an hour. Just as Billy appeared ready to come, she would wiggle out of rhythm-or change position-and say, "Ah-ah! You'll come when I say you'll come, big boy!" And then the poor man would blink away his frustration and try very hard to stay hard.

I was feeling sorry for him…wondering how I could interrupt to save him from the failure I saw coming. That feline vampire was toying with her mouse until he would simply fall over dead, the way this was going, and dead wasn't the way I wanted him back! If he didn't pass on from sheer exhaustion, Miss Pink would probably sink her fangs into him as punishment anyway. I saw no way for Billy to win, despite his valiant effort at pleasing her.

"All right," she said in a sibilant whisper, "it's time for the grand finale! Time to climax like you've never done before. Are you ready, my sweet?"

Billy grimaced, probably rubbed raw and more than a little peeved at Pink. What might have seemed like a game, a challenge, at first had become an endurance test he couldn't have anticipated or prepared for. For a fleeting moment, his eyes widened and his lips became a thin line signaling his cock's exhaustion.

"You're drooping," his partner accused. "Instead of believing in my powers, instead of being focused on my fine body and my flawless skin-not to mention the insatiable cunt that's still hungry for you-you're feeling sorry for yourself! Why, I think you're afraid of me, Billy Tripplehorn!"

"Dammit, I am not afraid of-"

She whirled in his arms and brought her face very close to his, so he had no choice but to gaze into her eyes…those eyes that had beguiled many a witless man to an untimely demise. Her smile made my insides tighten, for her features took on the sharp edge of a predator closing in for the kill.

"Ah-now you're stiffening!" she insisted, her pearly incisors no longer hidden by those perfect, pouty lips. "Fear is a powerful aphrodisiac, Billy, but death…the idea of coming so hard you never come back…"

Pink framed his dark face by slipping her fingers deep into his unruly curls. Then she kissed him on the cheek…letting her lips and those slick little teeth tease his sensitive skin all the way along the vein that throbbed at the side of his neck. Her movements became languid and alluring, just as her voice lowered into that mesmerizing register that would lull him into a sense of love and trust.

"To pass into the next world…to pass on in the throes of white-hot passion," she murmured as a seductive lullaby, tickling his ear with her breath. "It's the ultimate experience, sweetheart. I can take you there, my love…I can transform you with my kiss, Billy."

Slowly, with a finesse that made my puss tighten with need, Miss Pink undulated up and down his rampant shaft. "Come just once more for me, and I'll make you mine, " she promised. "You'll be irresistible-impossible to reject-and you can make love this way with whomever you wish, for as long as she can stand it. You can become a legendary lover through the centuries, as I have. Together, my Billy, there is nothing we can't do…no one we can't have."

His eyes closed halfway, and he relaxed with a shudder. "Tell me what you want," he breathed.

Pink's fiendish little grin displayed the fangs that had reached their full length now, and I roused myself from the stupor of these past hours-the spell she'd cast so effortlessly over both of us. She had obviously forgotten her promise to leave Billy for me, and the poor man was now totally under her control.

"Tell me what to do," Tripplehorn murmured in a faraway voice. His hands were wandering over the vampire's lush backside, inviting her closer.

"Run like hell!" I shouted. "For God's sake, Billy, wake up and shake her off!"

Pink turned to glare at me, which released him from that hypnotic gaze. I charged toward them, wedging my hands between their bare bodies to pry them apart.

"Let him go, dammit!" I muttered, dodging the fatal kiss Pink had intended to plant on Billy's neck. "You promised I could have him back! Liar!"

"Fool!" the vampire spat. "If you'd trusted me for another moment, I'd have-"

"You'd have sunk your greedy teeth into me! Like a damn animal!" Billy staggered backwards, shaking his head to clear it. "Now open that door and let me out of here, bitch. I never had a fighting chance and you know it!"

Just that fast Miss Pink changed from a striking snake to a petulant, pouting little girl. Her eyes shone with tears. Her naked body quavered, and her wavy red hair fell forlornly around her shoulders. "You've got it all wrong, Billy. I was only playing a lover's game-proving how you could come as many times as we wanted, if you only believed in my powers."

"Well I'm through playing now," he said tersely. "I'm getting out of this Godforsaken place, so open the door!"